Back up to Strasbourg tomorrow for another week.This time, it is a preparation seminar for my exams in March and will be in English instead of French.Actually, there are three separate sections, English, French, and German.Hey, I could take the German one just for kicks! (see if I remember anything from my toddler days)

About this time last year, mom and dad were here and we went up to Strasbourg for a week together. They visited the area and saw one of their old friends while I went to my classes.

This week, I will see some of my friends from last year, though they will all be in the French section.

Am actually looking forward to going. Get away a little bit, see other people. I kinda miss Strasbourg (ahh... no trash strikes... no dog poop all over the sidewwalk... no grafitti everywhere... pretzels... )

Unfortunately, the Christmas market will not have started yet.

I am going to be staying in the same place, though the classes will be in a different place.

When I choose the title of this post, I was reminded of my military school days, a jody (cadence call) that they had us sing while marching.

Here We Go AgainSame Old S--- AgainMarching Down the AvenueTwo More Seconds* and I’ll be ThroughI’ll be glad and so will youAm I right or wrong?You’re Right!Are we weak or strong?We’re Strong!Sound Off!One twoSound Off!Three FourBreak it on down nowOne two three fourOne twoThree Four!

Good luck in Strasbourg. I lived there for a couple of years as a teenager while my father was doing a doctorate at University of Strasbourg. I didn't go to military school but we sure learned it while I was in basic training as a draftee at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio Texas.